The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 89: Because I love you!

"And what makes you so sure I can’t? You haven’t even given me a chance."

Qi Jianyi bit her lip, choosing silence over words. Slowly, she pushed herself upright, sitting on the hospital bed. Adjusting her posture, she leaned back against the wall, her hands resting on the blanket draped over her legs.

For a moment, she felt at a loss. She didn’t know how to respond to him, not when his presence had a way of leaving her feeling cornered.

Qi Jianyi had long recognized that being with Song Chengfeng made her feel stuck in a strange limbo—trapped between honesty and the desire to shield herself.

She could have lied to him, but for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t want to.

So, she remained silent.

"If it were as easy as you think..." she murmured, her voice so soft it was almost carried away by the stillness of the room.

Song Chengfeng studied her intently, his sharp eyes catching the faint shadow of sadness etched into her expression.

"Tell me, Jianyi," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "Is this regret of yours what’s causing you so much pain? Is it because you can’t stop thinking about it that you became sick?"

His tone dropped lower, and the usual gentleness in his gaze hardened into something sharper, something more resolute.

Qi Jianyi raised her head, meeting his eyes. Her lips curled into a faint, almost challenging smile as she tilted her head.

"And what makes you think that’s the case?" she countered, her words deliberate as she sidestepped his question.

Song Chengfeng frowned, leaning forward slightly, his piercing gaze locked onto hers. "Why are you avoiding my question, Qi Jianyi?" he asked, his voice edged with frustration.

"I’m not avoiding it," she retorted, her tone sharper than before. Then, narrowing her eyes at him, she added, "Why do you suddenly have so many questions today?"

Though her words deflected his inquiry once again, she didn’t look away. Their eyes remained locked in an unspoken battle of wills, her defiance met by his unyielding determination.

"I cannot help you if you refuse to be helped," Song Chengfeng repeated, his voice calm but resolute. "You’re not alone. You don’t have to carry everything on your shoulders. Maybe, maybe I think you’re avoiding your family with this burden because you don’t want to worry them. But if that’s the case... let me be the one to help you."

His gaze lingered on her face, searching for even the smallest hint of agreement. The helplessness of not knowing her struggles gnawed at him, making him feel powerless.

Song Chengfeng hated the feeling of being unable to act, especially when it concerned her.

A small, mocking smile tugged at Qi Jianyi’s lips. "You’re quite talkative today," she remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Tell me, Chengfeng, did my father put you up to this? Did he pay you to pry into my thoughts? Because the man I know wouldn’t have said any of these things."

Song Chengfeng’s brows furrowed in frustration. "Why can’t you believe that I mean every word? Your father has nothing to do with this. I’m here because I want to be." His voice carried an unmistakable edge of sincerity, but Qi Jianyi only shrugged, her expression guarded.

"You’ve always respected my choices," she said flatly. "If that’s the case, then respect this one too. Stop asking. Let’s pretend this conversation never happened."

Her words stung, but Song Chengfeng held his ground.

Qi Jianyi could feel the weight of his gaze, his concern evident in every word. For a fleeting moment, she felt an urge to tell him everything, to lay bare the secrets she’d been guarding so fiercely. But her rationality snapped her back to reality.

Song Chengfeng would never accept her decision if he knew the truth—that she wanted to return to her real world. free𝑤ebnovel.com

She was certain that his feelings were for her, the Qi Jianyi he knew, not the original Qi Jianyi.

And a part of her had come to trust him. Alongside her family, he had stayed by her side, unwavering and devoted, waiting for her to wake up.

Perhaps Qi Jianyi wanted to believe in him—just a little—or perhaps she simply needed something to hold onto in this unfamiliar life.

"I appreciate your efforts, Chengfeng, and your feelings," she said softly, shaking her head, "but I can’t tell you. I just... can’t."

Her words were firm, but there was a flicker of something vulnerable in her eyes. She couldn’t afford to be attached to him, not now, not ever.

Attachment would only blur her purpose, cloud her resolve.

Song Chengfeng’s jaw tightened, and he stood abruptly, his movements deliberate and measured. He walked to the side of the hospital bed, standing tall in front of her, his presence commanding the small room.

His gaze bore into her, unwavering and filled with determination, as if he were trying to strip away every layer of her guarded exterior.

Qi Jianyi, sitting there in her hospital gown, looked small yet defiant. Her expression remained stoic, but she couldn’t fully mask the tension in her posture or the flicker of unease in her eyes.

"Why not? Is it because I’m nobody to you?" he asked, his tone steady but insistent.

Qi Jianyi’s lips parted slightly, but she said nothing.

"Is there not even a moment," he continued, his gaze unwavering, "where you feel something for me? Something more than this... distance you keep putting between us? Don’t lie to me, Jianyi. My eyes have seen it."

His voice hardened as the intensity of his words didn’t waver. "Tell me honestly. Do you truly feel nothing for me? Am I really just a nobody to you?"

Qi Jianyi’s breath hitched, caught off guard by his persistence. Song Chengfeng wasn’t going to let this conversation fade into nothing.

She could see it in his eyes—he wasn’t giving up, not this time.

He had realized something crucial: the more careful he acted, the further she pulled away. Today, he was determined to get the truth, no matter the cost.

"Why are you lashing out at me? Are you frustrated because I haven’t said yes to your confession? Or is it because I’ve strung you along for so long that you feel like I’ve wasted your time? But have I? I never asked you to have feelings for me, Song Chengfeng. You’re the one who insisted. So what gives you the right to question me as if I’m the one confusing you?" Qi Jianyi frowned as she climbed down from the bed, brushing her hair back in irritation.

She knew Song Chengfeng wanted the truth, but the truth wasn’t as simple as he thought. She was trying to protect him, to keep him from getting hurt, but he kept pushing her.

"This isn’t about my feelings, Qi Jianyi," Song Chengfeng said, his voice dropping to a measured calm.

"Then what is it about?!" Qi Jianyi shot back, her voice rising in frustration.

All she wanted was some peace and quiet, but Song Chengfeng insisted on staying with her. Now, instead of resting, she found herself dragged into a conversation she didn’t want to have.

"You fainted twice! Twice, Qi Jianyi. The first time, no one was by your side, and the doctors couldn’t figure out why it happened. Now, you’ve coughed up blood, and still, the doctors can’t find anything! Don’t tell me you’re fine, because I know you’re not," Song Chengfeng said, his expression darkening as he recalled the fear he felt when he received Qi Jinli’s phone call.

"Your parents might be too busy worrying about you, and the twins might be too young to notice, but I’m not blind. I’ve seen how your face has grown paler since the first time you fainted. Back then, I saw the confusion in your eyes, like you didn’t even know what was happening. But this time—when you woke up—I saw it. Qi Jianyi, you know what’s wrong with your body. So why didn’t you tell us anything?"

Qi Jianyi froze, her hands gripping the edge of the hospital bed to steady herself. His words struck her like a thunderclap, stripping away the thin veil of composure she had been clinging to.

She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. Her mind raced as she grappled with the frustration in his voice, the concern in his eyes, and the truth she was desperate to keep hidden.

"You think you know everything," she finally said, her voice trembling, a mixture of defiance and guilt. "You don’t. Not everything can be explained. Not everything has an answer, Song Chengfeng."

"What is it that you’re trying to hide from me, from all of us?"

Song Chengfeng stepped closer, narrowing the space between them. His eyes studied her intently, filled with a mixture of frustration and fear, both wavering and vulnerable.

"I’m not hiding anything. You’re just speculating, so stop trying to shove your assumptions down my throat," Qi Jianyi replied, her voice cold as she bit her lips, her gaze hardening.

"You’re lying," Song Chengfeng said quietly but firmly.

He took a deep breath, placing both hands on her shoulders, gripping them gently yet with enough pressure to hold her attention.

"Jianyi, what do you know about your condition?" he asked again, refusing to back down.

Qi Jianyi raised her hands and pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him away, but her strength faltered.

Frustrated, she yelled, "Even if I did know something, what does it matter to you?! Why do you care so much, Song Chengfeng?!"

"Because I love you!" He confessed, his voice tinged with both exasperation and vulnerability.

His eyelashes trembled as he grasped her hands in his, his tone softening as the weight of his emotions spilled over.

"I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling this way, but I do. I love you, Jianyi! I love you so much that the thought of losing you terrifies me. It suffocates me. And yet... you’re not even mine."

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